Rumi ...

Go back to sleep
Yes, you are allowed

You have no Love in your heart
Go back to sleep

His Love and his sorrow
Are exclusive to us
You go back to sleep

I have been burnt
By the fire of the sorrow of Love
You have no such yearning in your heart
Go back to sleep

The path of Love
Has seventy-two folds and countless facets
Your love and religion
Is all about deceit and hypocrisy
Go back to sleep

We put ourselves in Love's hands
And will wait for her bidding
Since you are in your own hands
You can go back to sleep

I consume nothing but pain and blood
And you, the finest delicacies
And of course after each feast
You may want to take a nap
So just go back to sleep

I have torn to pieces my robe of speech
And have let go of the desire to converse

You who are not naked yet
Go back to sleep